I'm Your Support

She wouldn't cry even if she was hurt. She should cry for a while this time. She would feel better if she cried.

Ye Jian understood everything. That was why she felt sad.

In her past life, when she returned to Shuikou Village at the age of 19, Uncle Gen was already gone.

Ye Jian didn't even make a sound when she cried. Two streams of tears flowed out of her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. Then, they dripped down from her beautiful chin. She held the white tissue in her hand and cried silently. Xia Jinyuan felt his heart hurting as he drove.

The car drove out of Anyang City and entered the provincial highway entrance. Without any lights, the car plunged into darkness. Xia Jinyuan subconsciously wanted to turn on the lights in the car but just as he raised his hand, he heard Ye Jian's hoarse voice, "No need to turn on the lights. I'm fine. I'll be fine after I cry."